Quotes About Affection

I missed holding you.

I love you, Elizabeth.

Yes, Gavin. I love you, too. And I'd be honored to marry you.

I like you in my lap.

You're good for me.

I love you, Jenna.

I love you, Lina.

I don't know. Lover? The guy who's in love with you. Whatever you want to call me, I suck at it.

Then kiss me.

I missed you.

I think I should hold your hand.

Come here, Savannah.

Stay with me. Sleep with me.

I love you too, Drew.

We agreed to love each other madly.

Her little shoulders drove me mad; I hugged her and hugged her. And she loved it. 'I love love,' she said, closing her eyes. I promised her beautiful love. I gloated over her. Our stories were told; we subsided into silence and sweet anticipatory thoughts. It was as simple as that. You could have all your Peaches and Bettys and Marylous and Ritas and Camilles and Inezes in this world; this was my girl and my kind of girlsoul, and I told her that.

Now she is cuddling and kissing me all over and...Cody walks right in just as we're cooing (or haved cooed again) on the bed and he yells our Ah just what I like to see in the morning, boys and girls!

i love, love.

I made love to her in the sweetness of the weary morning.

Ich mag dich, aber nicht deine idiotischen Freunde.

I'm glad I know you Dave -- Me too Jack -- Why? Maybe I wanted to stand on my head in the snow to prove it but I do, am glad, will be glad, after all that's right there's nothing else for us to do but solve these damn problems and I've got one right here in my pants for Romana But that's so sick and tired to call life a problem that can be solved -- Yes but I'm just repeating what I read in the dead pigeon textbooks -- But Dave I love you -- Okay I'll be right over.

Oh, I love, love, love women! I think women are wonderful! I love women!

He had come to know quite thoroughly the world in which he lived. His outlook was bleak and materialistic. The world as he saw it was a fierce and brutal world, a world without warmth, a world in which caresses and affection and the bright sweetness of spirit did not exist.

But nobody else ever romped with White Fang. He did not permit it. He stood on his dignity, and when they attempted it, his warning snarl and bristling mane were anything but playful. That he allowed the master these liberties was no reason that he should be a common dog, loving here and loving there, everybody's property for a romp and good time. He loved with single heart and refused to cheapen himself or his love.